Tranquility
Two nighinggales whisper in the moonlight
The phoenix rises at the bright of morning
A mocking bird flys singing a tune
And Bluebirds go home at the close of day.
The cardinal is singing while
The grakles cry good bye.
While I just sit here inquiring
Of the robin's lullabies.
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